Thursday, September 3, 2009

Today I am pretending that it is Fall. I am sipping a large americano, and finishing off a delicious vegan blackberry muffin. I am sporting checkered green vans, a gray boyfriend tee, and a green skirt I found at a funky second-hand store. (Portlander points: 80). I am surrounded by a palette of browns, greens, rusts, and reds, with shelves of books and various nick knacks. This is Palio's on a not-quite-but-almost-autumn day.
I love the summer, but I turn giddy when I see the first yellow leaf fall to the ground. I love seasons, and how distinct each one is from the next. Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter- each ones holds a different meaning, a different emotion, a different kind of energy. For me, Fall brings routine. Summer is all over the place. It is wild and carefree. Fall settles you down. Life begins to normalize. Kids go back to school, and adults, having used all their vacation time, go back to the office. The air gets cooler, the flowers wilt, the leaves change colors, and crunch under your feet. There is always that one day that you notice it for the first time. You wake up, walk outside and realize that Fall has arrived. You inhale deeply and let it out with a contented sigh.
This year, Fall holds a deeper meaning for me. Not only does it mark a new season in the calendar year, but a new season of life. I am finally at a place where I can root myself. I am joining a community that I feel blessed to be a part of. I have a peaceful sort of contentment and I cannot express how good that feels.

Ten thousand flowers in spring, 
the moon in autumn,
a cool breeze in summer, 
snow in winter.
If your mind isn't clouded 
by unnecessary things,
this is the best season of your life
- Wu Men